Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Why? - 'Cause I told you to.
So, you're back in the house, huh?
Turn the fucking world upside down...
- I ain't gonna be late. - All right, then.
That surveillance tape's so grainy now...
Councilman, I assure you, these stats are not massaged.
of a statistical variation from the mean in his monthly stats.
It's a real pain in my ass, too.
As for the numbers in the phone's speed dial...
Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart. We're fucked.
The man is trying something. It may be hard to stomach, but it's working.
- You want a drink? - No, I don't do that neither.
- Is that right? - I did do that.
We finna get back to old times, baby.
I'll be at Homicide.
- Where then? - Go to a motel.
And when I say I'm ready, you best believe it.
Wait.
- Where's the fun in that? - Do you want this?
You sure you want us on Marlo and Omar both?
Y'all want some slamming ice, go inside and tell my man Rafik sent you.
- Twelve percent. - Cumulatively.
And by the way, congratulations.
Make his ears stick up.
Yeah, his grandmoms.
Did Buddy have them on display to the left or the right of the cash register?
Been going to them co-op meetings with String. That's his cousin, Trina.
the condom distribution, the drug treatment intake?
No. The Chump brothers.
- As? - Auxiliary cops.
Northland tells me they sent it to their distribution center in Hagerstown.
You want to make a complaint to us that you were selling drugs...
You should lay back on this one.
Hey, yo, make her hair a little bit more straight.
you're gonna turn everything we built to shit.
Jen?
Shit, the courts? You know what they call it...
All these ex-runners, ex-lookouts.
Reddies, son, two for one.
- I mean, anyone else saying it? - No, just me.
You're gonna need a little help with the cleanup.
Oh, sure, that guy. Every two weeks for him.
- "War", man, we past this bullshit. - Yeah, I forgot.
I mean, he got to come out on his corners, that's how he make money, right?
We're looking for a guy who came in here, ten or eleven days ago...